Novel & Cerita Cupid Eric Cartman

I swear to God, I am Cupid struck. He drives in the rain, the windscreen moving up and down, cleaning the drops of water off his window. He makes all the right turns, driving in silence towards my destination. He stops in front of my house. " Well, I guess this is where we part, peanut!" "Why do you call me Peanut?" "Do I need a reason?" I nod, smiling out my skeleton. "Okay, since you demand a reason… UMM...you are cute and can fit into my pocket if I choose to steal you."

Everyone said that I was lucky to marry Eric Carter. We had known each other since we were seventeen. Eric was a proud man who had confessed his love for me in front of the entire school when he was eighteen. At twenty-one, an earthquake threatened the city, and Eric ran against the escaping crowd just to reach me at my sixth-floor classroom. His eyes were red when he said he wanted to take me home. I stood by Eric when he was building his company, and he did not let me down. He eventually rose to become a business tycoon.

Derick answered shyly, lowering his head. “So you still do have a crush on him. Carter is Thirty-seven, have you forgotten?” Arthur raised his eyebrows as he spoke. “And I’m Thirty, okay?? There is not much of a difference!” Derick answered in a low tone, as they both sat on the couch. “Mr. Derick, welcome back.” Carter greeted, giving him a slight bow. Raising his head, his eyes met with Derick’s, and a smile formed on both of their faces. “Thank you, Carter. You look good.” Derick answered nervously.

“What did you say?” “I was poisoned that night when you were out with your friends. Cain was there. He found me, and we were both affected by it. It’s an aphrodisiac, and it made us lose our minds. Of course, being true mates only intensified the pull, but Cain… well, he had to… do that,” I explained. Carter sighed and fell back against the couch, looking completely exhausted and unsure of what to say. I watched him, hoping he would find the strength to respond, but he just stared blankly at the wall beside him. “Carter?” Slowly, he turned to me, blinking as he seemed to return to reality.

I briefed Erica, and her eyes widened in shock. "So it's true. I thought it was only rumours. A lot has really happened and I am left out," she said, sighing deeply, and I sighed. "Mm. I did advise Carter to accept his mate bond, but he declined and said Emily must apologize to me first. And Emily said that she wouldn't apologize to me. She is Ava's minion." Erica chuckled and asked, "So what are you going to do? If Erica and Carter are mates, does that mean that you and Mark are not real mates?"

Tim Gunn knew his stuff. I can hear Emma and Eric whispering the words ‘big hands’ and ‘I wouldn’t kick him out of bed’ but they are quite audible. I start to laugh. Eric always keeps things entertaining. I’m so grateful to be surrounded by amazing friends and a very handsome fiancé who I plan to tie up Cat-Woman-style later tonight at his apartment. “Ten o’clock, Lena. Oh damn, he’s the shiz. Wow. Oh, crap, he saw me.” Eric drops his eyes toward his shoes, pretending to be talking about something else.

Walker nodded, “I mean...yeah...of course...” “We shouldn’t have a problem. I’m on the pill and my cleric provides for me,” she said, “I am certain we’re not mates, Walker.” “How sure are you?” She looked at him, her smile fading. “I don’t want you as a mate.” “I don’t want you as a mate,mouse.” “Well, that just got awkward,” Eric said, coming out of the restroom, “You two are pretty chummy, but don’t let Holden get the best of you, man.”

"You never take anyone home," Eric stated, "Not even saying it as a joke, honey, you're still a virgin." Eric was one of my closest friends, whom I met back in middle school. We bonded over ditching class and getting drunk in empty parks. Sometimes, we sneaked into our homes while our parents were away at work and smoked their stash. Eric was tall and athletic, his copper skin with tattoos accentuating his muscles. His slanted eyes were beautifully angled, and his voice was soft and smooth, almost hypnotic. His thick, dark brown hair was slightly wavy and long enough to tuck behind his ears.

But I was sure what I saw was pure passion. And the cartel? Smuggling? I had spent months sleeping in the same bed as this guy, and I had no idea who he actually was. He wasn't just a cheating jerk, he was a criminal. I hit the video call button for Erica before I could talk myself out of it. She picked up on the second ring, her face filling the screen. She looked like she was in the middle of a party, the lights behind her blurring into neon streaks. "Well, look who decided to talk to me," she said, leaning into the camera.

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.